Younger Happy

On the eighth day of the 10th month, it is a good time to get married.

The second update was just after the early morning, and the capital was still sleeping in the dark, but the lights were already on in the Song Prime Minister's Mansion. The servants were shuttled back and forth, and they were all in their place.

Song Ci was also dug up from the bed by Madam Gong, washed up, drank longan soup, and used some easy-to-melted pastries in the rice soup, so she went to the small Buddhist temple.

It’s not that Song Ci was going to do some morning class and chant scriptures, but today Song Silang was overjoyed. She had to tell someone that she had completed a task. Although it was granted marriage by the emperor, she would have to get married at least.

After twisting three incense sticks, Song Ci bowed, then inserted it on the incense burner and silently looked at the statue of Bodhisattva and Buddha.

Song Ci said silently for a while: "Silang got married today and married Princess Dongyang of Dingbei Palace. He said he was married, but in fact he was a marriage. In the future, his children should follow their motherhood, and there may be someone who follows his surname. As long as he is successful, he will have more blessings and more children."

"He matches Princess Dongyang, destined to be bound by good and bad luck, wealth and honor will not be missing, and so will crisis. That is your youngest son. You have a spirit in heaven. You must bless him, be harmonious and peaceful for a lifetime."

The Buddhist temple is quiet, only the candlelight is swaying gently.

Song Ci didn't say much, stood up, turned around and left.

When he stepped out of the small door of the Buddhist temple, a breeze blew behind him. Song Ci paused and turned to look, but saw the Bodhisattva's eyes as if he was looking at her.

Song Ci curled her lips and turned around and left.

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Fufeng Pavilion.

Song Zhiyu was yawning and was stuffed into the bathtub. Sixi served Mu Hai to take a bath and scrub the bathtub. The bathtub was filled with petals that secreted people's hearts and hearts.

On the clothes rack of the clean room, a red wedding dress was hung in it. It had been ironed without any wrinkles, and a faint incense came out of the wedding dress.

Sixi's movements gently combed Song Zhiyu's hair, feeling excited and moved, her eyes were slightly red, and she sniffed.

Song Zhiyu froze, turned his head to see his eyes red, and said, "What's wrong with you? You're hurting for your marriage? Don't worry, you can go wherever you go."

Si Xi wiped her nose and said, "No, I cried with joy. When I got married, my marriage was not far away. I don't have to stay alone in the empty room."

Song Zhiyu: “…”

What a dog slave!

Sixi took the big cotton pipa and said, "Master, it's time to get up."

Song Zhiyu stood up from the bathtub, wiped her body, and then dried her long hair. Then she put on the red silk inside, and then put on the wedding dress with a big red gold-edged black edge.

Outside the clean room, Song Ci was already waiting there. Seeing Song Zhiyu, who was wearing wedding clothes and handsome like Baoyu, her eyes became softer.

Little brat, I will become an adult after today!

When Song Zhiyu saw Song Ci, she came over: "Mom, why are you here? Don't you sleep for a long time?"

"What do you mean when you get married? I am like me, and I still sleep in?" Song Ci said angrily.

At that time, the eldest lady and others came one after another. As well as Madam Xi, who had already settled in the prime minister's mansion, the wing room of Fufeng Pavilion was soon filled with people.

After seeing each other, they would start combing the heads of Song Zhiyu for hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren.

When a man and a woman get married, it is not only the bride who combs his hair, but men can also comb his hair.

Song Ci took the jade comb from Madam Xi, pressed Song Zhiyu to the bronze mirror, and said, "You get married, mom, comb your hair yourself, I wish you wealth, glory, peace and joy, and hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren." This should be what your mother wants to do for you.

One combs to the end, two combs until the white hair reaches the eyebrows, and three combs to the ground.
Chapter completed!